Brian was crushed. I wondered how much dirt we could shovel onto these kids before they realized they were buried.“I believe that Rex and Anna and I...could put together a package that would be quite attractive and might not delay getting started,” Jean Duval said. Rex had turned to me as soon as he finished his explanation so I didn’t catch everything that was said.“Anna, we have the $75,000,” he whispered. “The lender wishes to remain outside the arena of common knowledge.”“I can’t take money. Today you have acted differently. Whenever you stopped and relaxed you scratched under your left armpit.’ ‘Er yes, do you wish to inspect the bra display?’ ‘Oh no, it’s only panties that are foreign to me. Twenty percent of my adult female patients attempt to subtly show their tits to me.’ ‘Daniel, please, the word is breasts.’ ‘Okay, if that pleases you.’ ‘Well yes, except in the bedroom.’ ‘What, you change language and standards in the bedroom?’ ‘Well yes… no. You’re not very experienced with. If it's possible for breasts to be both pendulous and perky, these were."And you can come wherever you want," she says.I lean out into the hall to watch her walk, and before she goes into the supply closet, she steps out of her panties, leaving her heels on, then sniffs the panties and walks inside.I look back at the other two. Dom looks tentative. "I don't know, man," Nate says.I don't waste any more time with them. I hit the supply closet with my dick about to bust my zipper. Cristy is. Thirteen of them, backs to the darkness. They all reached out to me, arms wanting to hold, to have, to be taken. Behind them, the darkness stirred. Everything smelled like vanilla. Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke smelling blueberry muffins. I didn’t remember baking them, but I did bake them from time to time. Running water. The shower. Humming? The last few were not unusual, were I the one in the shower. The blanket hit the floor with a ‘Thufffft’. I reached for a weapon to protect.